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Hi everyone, Anthony Tano here, the internet's busiest music nerd, and it's time for a review of the new Primitive Man album, Caustic.
This is the second full-length album from Denver, Colorado doom metal trio, Primitive Man.
This thing is out now on Relapse Records, and I first heard of these guys when they released a debut album, [D] Scorn, back in 2013.
It was easily one of the heaviest, ugliest, most nihilistic doom records I'd heard that year.
It was very abrasive.
I also caught the band live at a bar, uh, by the train tracks.
They were even heavier and nastier in person.
They just had this head-splitting sound, but as powerful as it was, um, it was all still kind of one note.
I thought that Scorn as an album experience was a bit of a slog, and that the EP they followed that up with, um, was just kind of okay.
Now, as far as expectations go leading into this album, uh, I like some of the promotional tracks,
but I guess I was hoping that Primitive Man would find a way to maybe change their sound up a little bit,
become more versatile, or maybe pare the record down to its best, most essential moments.
Maybe think about writing songs that are a little more memorable in a conventional sense.
However, uh, Primitive Man didn't do that on this new album over here, and it doesn't matter, it's really good.
Instead, Primitive Man do the exact opposite.
They come through with a record that is longer, it's like 77 minutes,
it's louder, it's heavier, it's noisier, they're going more abrasive than they ever have before,
and the experience is, [E] uh, pure punishment.
It's musical masochism.
Straight up.
No daylight.
Uh, chained to a cold, concrete, blood-stained floor.
And each song is a different blunt object you're being beaten to death with, like a police baton, or a crowbar, or a pipe wrench.
This album is surely [N] destructive on a physical level with its massive weight, its crushing distortion,
but it's also kind of, uh, destructive on a mental level too.
The guitar tone on this thing is, uh, abusive, the vocals are hellish,
it feels like I'm just being sucked into a deep, dark abyss from which there is no escape,
there are no, uh, sort of recognizable markers to tell me where I'm going or if I've been there already.
The sensation of this record just relentlessly wears me down, and puts me in a mood where I just want to watch the world burn to ash.
For sure, this album is less memorable than its predecessor, but only in a musical sense.
The slow pacing of a lot of the riffs here, the constant dissonance, how consistently loud and sour the guitar chords are,
it makes it difficult sometimes to decipher where exactly things are going.
Because outside of this usually slow pace of the record, you have the occasional mid-paced sludge metal riff,
or, uh, maybe a riff or some chord strumming that reaches a top speed of 25 miles an hour with a hulking blast beat firing away behind it.
That's not to say that the album is one-dimensional, not completely, and that's not to say that the album isn't memorable.
It is.
It's just that the impression that it leaves is more of a sonic impression, it's more of an emotional impression.
I just find the aesthetic of this record so stimulating, it keeps me on the edge of my seat even if it's going slow,
even if it's kind of, you know, uh, consistently loud and abrasive, like the burning distortion on this thing is searing.
It's like a dead flesh hitting a red-hot grill at a barbecue hosted by Satan.
The drums are huge, dramatic, mostly simple but very muscular playing.
And the bass on this thing also has this really deep, grimy distortion to it that reinforces a lot of what the guitars are doing.
The vocals, guttural growls, kind of, uh, mid-level shrieks, it's really animalistic.
It's like the band is literally using the sounds of doom metal to summon a demon or something.
The experience overall, I think, is pretty exhilarating.
It's really like a cleanse.
Whatever's inside of you, this album will beat it out of you, it'll wring it out of you,
and then afterwards it'll throw you in a wood chipper just because.
In that sense, they really do go above and beyond when they really could have just hit you with a shorter record
with some, you know, uh, blasting guitars and, uh, some fast drums and just kind of called it a day.
No, instead, Primitive Man really wanted to make sure that fans walked away from this album with no faith in humanity left.
And honestly, when I listen to this thing, I find myself enjoying it and viewing it from the angle of, like, more of a drone album,
more of a noise album, or like a sun record.
Just kind of letting the huge, monstrous sound of this album, uh, wash over me,
and letting its impossibly dark and nihilistic mood crush my soul.
Also, given some of the weird, abstract noise interludes here, as well as the very strange, eerie, and spacey closer,
uh, my guess as to, you know, listening to it more like a noise record or a drone record kind of makes more sense.
Compositionally, the album is deceptively simple because if you actually look at what's going on as far as sound play
with the subtle introduction of extra guitars and more distortion and more layering as a lot of these tracks progress,
there is actually more to these songs than may meet the ear on, like, an initial listen.
Because while the band isn't really doing anything that flashy in terms of writing,
though there are some interesting chord phrases on this thing,
they do successfully create an album that feels like I'm just being swallowed by sound.
I loved it, honestly.
I don't want to spoil too many specifics of it,
and just kind of give you guys a hint as to what mentality you should have going into this record.
Again, I will say, just like their last album, this record is a little one-note, it is a little one-dimensional,
even if I do kind of enjoy the constant and enveloping harshness and droniness of the entire album.
And that's not to say that I think the band needs to start writing, you know, catchier licks on the guitar or anything like that,
though maybe a stronger melodic element would bring a grandness to their apocalyptic sound.
The point I'm trying to make here is that if being as extreme and as abrasive as possible is the name of the game,
then I would love to see Primitive Man take it even further.
I think this album is going to be a good listen for anybody who enjoys a little pain with their pleasure.
And in a funny way, I feel like this album sort of sums up a majority of my emotions for the year of 2017.
Except for the music, though.
The music has actually been very good for the most part.
I'm feeling a light to decent 8 on this thing.
Transition.
Have you given this album a listen?
Did you love it?
Did you hate it?
What would you rate it?
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This is the second full-length album from Denver, Colorado doom metal trio, Primitive Man.
This thing is out now on Relapse Records, and I first heard of these guys when they released a debut album, [D] Scorn, back in 2013.
It was easily one of the heaviest, ugliest, most nihilistic doom records I'd heard that year.
It was very abrasive.
I also caught the band live at a bar, uh, by the train tracks.
They were even heavier and nastier in person.
They just had this head-splitting sound, but as powerful as it was, um, it was all still kind of one note.
I thought that Scorn as an album experience was a bit of a slog, and that the EP they followed that up with, um, was just kind of okay.
Now, as far as expectations go leading into this album, uh, I like some of the promotional tracks,
but I guess I was hoping that Primitive Man would find a way to maybe change their sound up a little bit,
become more versatile, or maybe pare the record down to its best, most essential moments.
Maybe think about writing songs that are a little more memorable in a conventional sense.
However, uh, Primitive Man didn't do that on this new album over here, and it doesn't matter, it's really good.
Instead, Primitive Man do the exact opposite.
They come through with a record that is longer, it's like 77 minutes,
it's louder, it's heavier, it's noisier, they're going more abrasive than they ever have before,
and the experience is, [E] uh, pure punishment.
It's musical masochism.
Straight up.
No daylight.
Uh, chained to a cold, concrete, blood-stained floor.
And each song is a different blunt object you're being beaten to death with, like a police baton, or a crowbar, or a pipe wrench.
This album is surely [N] destructive on a physical level with its massive weight, its crushing distortion,
but it's also kind of, uh, destructive on a mental level too.
The guitar tone on this thing is, uh, abusive, the vocals are hellish,
it feels like I'm just being sucked into a deep, dark abyss from which there is no escape,
there are no, uh, sort of recognizable markers to tell me where I'm going or if I've been there already.
The sensation of this record just relentlessly wears me down, and puts me in a mood where I just want to watch the world burn to ash.
For sure, this album is less memorable than its predecessor, but only in a musical sense.
The slow pacing of a lot of the riffs here, the constant dissonance, how consistently loud and sour the guitar chords are,
it makes it difficult sometimes to decipher where exactly things are going.
Because outside of this usually slow pace of the record, you have the occasional mid-paced sludge metal riff,
or, uh, maybe a riff or some chord strumming that reaches a top speed of 25 miles an hour with a hulking blast beat firing away behind it.
That's not to say that the album is one-dimensional, not completely, and that's not to say that the album isn't memorable.
It is.
It's just that the impression that it leaves is more of a sonic impression, it's more of an emotional impression.
I just find the aesthetic of this record so stimulating, it keeps me on the edge of my seat even if it's going slow,
even if it's kind of, you know, uh, consistently loud and abrasive, like the burning distortion on this thing is searing.
It's like a dead flesh hitting a red-hot grill at a barbecue hosted by Satan.
The drums are huge, dramatic, mostly simple but very muscular playing.
And the bass on this thing also has this really deep, grimy distortion to it that reinforces a lot of what the guitars are doing.
The vocals, guttural growls, kind of, uh, mid-level shrieks, it's really animalistic.
It's like the band is literally using the sounds of doom metal to summon a demon or something.
The experience overall, I think, is pretty exhilarating.
It's really like a cleanse.
Whatever's inside of you, this album will beat it out of you, it'll wring it out of you,
and then afterwards it'll throw you in a wood chipper just because.
In that sense, they really do go above and beyond when they really could have just hit you with a shorter record
with some, you know, uh, blasting guitars and, uh, some fast drums and just kind of called it a day.
No, instead, Primitive Man really wanted to make sure that fans walked away from this album with no faith in humanity left.
And honestly, when I listen to this thing, I find myself enjoying it and viewing it from the angle of, like, more of a drone album,
more of a noise album, or like a sun record.
Just kind of letting the huge, monstrous sound of this album, uh, wash over me,
and letting its impossibly dark and nihilistic mood crush my soul.
Also, given some of the weird, abstract noise interludes here, as well as the very strange, eerie, and spacey closer,
uh, my guess as to, you know, listening to it more like a noise record or a drone record kind of makes more sense.
Compositionally, the album is deceptively simple because if you actually look at what's going on as far as sound play
with the subtle introduction of extra guitars and more distortion and more layering as a lot of these tracks progress,
there is actually more to these songs than may meet the ear on, like, an initial listen.
Because while the band isn't really doing anything that flashy in terms of writing,
though there are some interesting chord phrases on this thing,
they do successfully create an album that feels like I'm just being swallowed by sound.
I loved it, honestly.
I don't want to spoil too many specifics of it,
and just kind of give you guys a hint as to what mentality you should have going into this record.
Again, I will say, just like their last album, this record is a little one-note, it is a little one-dimensional,
even if I do kind of enjoy the constant and enveloping harshness and droniness of the entire album.
And that's not to say that I think the band needs to start writing, you know, catchier licks on the guitar or anything like that,
though maybe a stronger melodic element would bring a grandness to their apocalyptic sound.
The point I'm trying to make here is that if being as extreme and as abrasive as possible is the name of the game,
then I would love to see Primitive Man take it even further.
I think this album is going to be a good listen for anybody who enjoys a little pain with their pleasure.
And in a funny way, I feel like this album sort of sums up a majority of my emotions for the year of 2017.
Except for the music, though.
The music has actually been very good for the most part.
I'm feeling a light to decent 8 on this thing.
Transition.
Have you given this album a listen?
Did you love it?
Did you hate it?
What would you rate it?
You're the best, you're the best.
What should I review next?
Hit the like.
If you like, please subscribe, and please don't cry.
Don't cry and get angry in the comments.
Leave an intelligent, thoughtful, lengthy comment for other people to read and ponder and stroke their chins at.
Okay?
Over here next to my head is some other Doom Metal review you should check out.
Also a link to subscribe to the channel.
And I'll catch you guys in the next one.
Anthony
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Hi everyone, Anthony Tano here, the internet's busiest music nerd, and it's time for a review of the new Primitive Man album, Caustic.
This is the second full-length album from Denver, Colorado doom metal trio, Primitive Man.
This thing is out now on Relapse Records, and I first heard of these guys when they released a debut album, [D] Scorn, back in 2013.
It was easily one of the heaviest, ugliest, most nihilistic doom records I'd heard that year.
It was very abrasive.
I also caught the band live at a bar, uh, by the train tracks.
They were even heavier and nastier in person.
They just had this head-splitting sound, but as powerful as it was, um, it was all still kind of one note.
I thought that Scorn as an album experience was a bit of a slog, and that the EP they followed that up with, um, was just kind of okay.
Now, as far as expectations go leading into this album, uh, I like some of the promotional tracks,
but I guess I was hoping that Primitive Man would find a way to maybe change their sound up a little bit,
become more versatile, or maybe pare the record down to its best, most essential moments.
Maybe think about writing songs that are a little more memorable in a conventional sense.
However, uh, Primitive Man didn't do that on this new album over here, and it doesn't matter, it's really good.
Instead, Primitive Man do the exact opposite.
They come through with a record that is longer, it's like 77 minutes,
it's louder, it's heavier, it's noisier, they're going more abrasive than they ever have before,
and the experience is, [E] uh, pure punishment.
It's musical masochism.
Straight up.
No daylight.
Uh, chained to a cold, concrete, blood-stained floor.
And each song is a different blunt object you're being beaten to death with, like a police baton, or a crowbar, or a pipe wrench.
This album is surely [N] destructive on a physical level with its massive weight, its crushing distortion,
but it's also kind of, uh, destructive on a mental level too.
The guitar tone on this thing is, uh, abusive, the vocals are hellish,
it feels like I'm just being sucked into a deep, dark abyss from which there is no escape,
there are no, uh, sort of recognizable markers to tell me where I'm going or if I've been there already.
The sensation of this record just relentlessly wears me down, and puts me in a mood where I just want to watch the world burn to ash.
For sure, this album is less memorable than its predecessor, but only in a musical sense.
The slow pacing of a lot of the riffs here, the constant dissonance, how consistently loud and sour the guitar chords are,
it makes it difficult sometimes to decipher where exactly things are going.
Because outside of this usually slow pace of the record, you have the occasional mid-paced sludge metal riff,
or, uh, maybe a riff or some chord strumming that reaches a top speed of 25 miles an hour with a hulking blast beat firing away behind it.
That's not to say that the album is one-dimensional, not completely, and that's not to say that the album isn't memorable.
It is.
It's just that the impression that it leaves is more of a sonic impression, it's more of an emotional impression.
I just find the aesthetic of this record so stimulating, it keeps me on the edge of my seat even if it's going slow,
even if it's kind of, you know, uh, consistently loud and abrasive, like the burning distortion on this thing is searing.
It's like a dead flesh hitting a red-hot grill at a barbecue hosted by Satan.
The drums are huge, dramatic, mostly simple but very muscular playing.
And the bass on this thing also has this really deep, grimy distortion to it that reinforces a lot of what the guitars are doing.
The vocals, guttural growls, kind of, uh, mid-level shrieks, it's really animalistic.
It's like the band is literally using the sounds of doom metal to summon a demon or something.
The experience overall, I think, is pretty exhilarating.
It's really like a cleanse.
Whatever's inside of you, this album will beat it out of you, it'll wring it out of you,
and then afterwards it'll throw you in a wood chipper just because.
In that sense, they really do go above and beyond when they really could have just hit you with a shorter record
with some, you know, uh, blasting guitars and, uh, some fast drums and just kind of called it a day.
No, instead, Primitive Man really wanted to make sure that fans walked away from this album with no faith in humanity left.
And honestly, when I listen to this thing, I find myself enjoying it and viewing it from the angle of, like, more of a drone album,
more of a noise album, or like a sun record.
Just kind of letting the huge, monstrous sound of this album, uh, wash over me,
and letting its impossibly dark and nihilistic mood crush my soul.
Also, given some of the weird, abstract noise interludes here, as well as the very strange, eerie, and spacey closer,
uh, my guess as to, you know, listening to it more like a noise record or a drone record kind of makes more sense.
Compositionally, the album is deceptively simple because if you actually look at what's going on as far as sound play
with the subtle introduction of extra guitars and more distortion and more layering as a lot of these tracks progress,
there is actually more to these songs than may meet the ear on, like, an initial listen.
Because while the band isn't really doing anything that flashy in terms of writing,
though there are some interesting chord phrases on this thing,
they do successfully create an album that feels like I'm just being swallowed by sound.
I loved it, honestly.
I don't want to spoil too many specifics of it,
and just kind of give you guys a hint as to what mentality you should have going into this record.
Again, I will say, just like their last album, this record is a little one-note, it is a little one-dimensional,
even if I do kind of enjoy the constant and enveloping harshness and droniness of the entire album.
And that's not to say that I think the band needs to start writing, you know, catchier licks on the guitar or anything like that,
though maybe a stronger melodic element would bring a grandness to their apocalyptic sound.
The point I'm trying to make here is that if being as extreme and as abrasive as possible is the name of the game,
then I would love to see Primitive Man take it even further.
I think this album is going to be a good listen for anybody who enjoys a little pain with their pleasure.
And in a funny way, I feel like this album sort of sums up a majority of my emotions for the year of 2017. _
Except for the music, though.
The music has actually been very good for the most part.
I'm feeling a light to decent 8 on this thing.
Transition.
Have you given this album a listen?
Did you love it?
Did you hate it?
What would you rate it?
You're the best, you're the best.
What should I review next?
Hit the like.
If you like, please subscribe, and please don't cry.
Don't cry and get angry in the comments.
Leave an intelligent, thoughtful, lengthy comment for other people to read and ponder and stroke their chins at.
Okay?
Over here next to my head is some other Doom Metal review you should check out.
Also a link to subscribe to the channel.
And I'll catch you guys in the next one.
Anthony
This is the second full-length album from Denver, Colorado doom metal trio, Primitive Man.
This thing is out now on Relapse Records, and I first heard of these guys when they released a debut album, [D] Scorn, back in 2013.
It was easily one of the heaviest, ugliest, most nihilistic doom records I'd heard that year.
It was very abrasive.
I also caught the band live at a bar, uh, by the train tracks.
They were even heavier and nastier in person.
They just had this head-splitting sound, but as powerful as it was, um, it was all still kind of one note.
I thought that Scorn as an album experience was a bit of a slog, and that the EP they followed that up with, um, was just kind of okay.
Now, as far as expectations go leading into this album, uh, I like some of the promotional tracks,
but I guess I was hoping that Primitive Man would find a way to maybe change their sound up a little bit,
become more versatile, or maybe pare the record down to its best, most essential moments.
Maybe think about writing songs that are a little more memorable in a conventional sense.
However, uh, Primitive Man didn't do that on this new album over here, and it doesn't matter, it's really good.
Instead, Primitive Man do the exact opposite.
They come through with a record that is longer, it's like 77 minutes,
it's louder, it's heavier, it's noisier, they're going more abrasive than they ever have before,
and the experience is, [E] uh, pure punishment.
It's musical masochism.
Straight up.
No daylight.
Uh, chained to a cold, concrete, blood-stained floor.
And each song is a different blunt object you're being beaten to death with, like a police baton, or a crowbar, or a pipe wrench.
This album is surely [N] destructive on a physical level with its massive weight, its crushing distortion,
but it's also kind of, uh, destructive on a mental level too.
The guitar tone on this thing is, uh, abusive, the vocals are hellish,
it feels like I'm just being sucked into a deep, dark abyss from which there is no escape,
there are no, uh, sort of recognizable markers to tell me where I'm going or if I've been there already.
The sensation of this record just relentlessly wears me down, and puts me in a mood where I just want to watch the world burn to ash.
For sure, this album is less memorable than its predecessor, but only in a musical sense.
The slow pacing of a lot of the riffs here, the constant dissonance, how consistently loud and sour the guitar chords are,
it makes it difficult sometimes to decipher where exactly things are going.
Because outside of this usually slow pace of the record, you have the occasional mid-paced sludge metal riff,
or, uh, maybe a riff or some chord strumming that reaches a top speed of 25 miles an hour with a hulking blast beat firing away behind it.
That's not to say that the album is one-dimensional, not completely, and that's not to say that the album isn't memorable.
It is.
It's just that the impression that it leaves is more of a sonic impression, it's more of an emotional impression.
I just find the aesthetic of this record so stimulating, it keeps me on the edge of my seat even if it's going slow,
even if it's kind of, you know, uh, consistently loud and abrasive, like the burning distortion on this thing is searing.
It's like a dead flesh hitting a red-hot grill at a barbecue hosted by Satan.
The drums are huge, dramatic, mostly simple but very muscular playing.
And the bass on this thing also has this really deep, grimy distortion to it that reinforces a lot of what the guitars are doing.
The vocals, guttural growls, kind of, uh, mid-level shrieks, it's really animalistic.
It's like the band is literally using the sounds of doom metal to summon a demon or something.
The experience overall, I think, is pretty exhilarating.
It's really like a cleanse.
Whatever's inside of you, this album will beat it out of you, it'll wring it out of you,
and then afterwards it'll throw you in a wood chipper just because.
In that sense, they really do go above and beyond when they really could have just hit you with a shorter record
with some, you know, uh, blasting guitars and, uh, some fast drums and just kind of called it a day.
No, instead, Primitive Man really wanted to make sure that fans walked away from this album with no faith in humanity left.
And honestly, when I listen to this thing, I find myself enjoying it and viewing it from the angle of, like, more of a drone album,
more of a noise album, or like a sun record.
Just kind of letting the huge, monstrous sound of this album, uh, wash over me,
and letting its impossibly dark and nihilistic mood crush my soul.
Also, given some of the weird, abstract noise interludes here, as well as the very strange, eerie, and spacey closer,
uh, my guess as to, you know, listening to it more like a noise record or a drone record kind of makes more sense.
Compositionally, the album is deceptively simple because if you actually look at what's going on as far as sound play
with the subtle introduction of extra guitars and more distortion and more layering as a lot of these tracks progress,
there is actually more to these songs than may meet the ear on, like, an initial listen.
Because while the band isn't really doing anything that flashy in terms of writing,
though there are some interesting chord phrases on this thing,
they do successfully create an album that feels like I'm just being swallowed by sound.
I loved it, honestly.
I don't want to spoil too many specifics of it,
and just kind of give you guys a hint as to what mentality you should have going into this record.
Again, I will say, just like their last album, this record is a little one-note, it is a little one-dimensional,
even if I do kind of enjoy the constant and enveloping harshness and droniness of the entire album.
And that's not to say that I think the band needs to start writing, you know, catchier licks on the guitar or anything like that,
though maybe a stronger melodic element would bring a grandness to their apocalyptic sound.
The point I'm trying to make here is that if being as extreme and as abrasive as possible is the name of the game,
then I would love to see Primitive Man take it even further.
I think this album is going to be a good listen for anybody who enjoys a little pain with their pleasure.
And in a funny way, I feel like this album sort of sums up a majority of my emotions for the year of 2017. _
Except for the music, though.
The music has actually been very good for the most part.
I'm feeling a light to decent 8 on this thing.
Transition.
Have you given this album a listen?
Did you love it?
Did you hate it?
What would you rate it?
You're the best, you're the best.
What should I review next?
Hit the like.
If you like, please subscribe, and please don't cry.
Don't cry and get angry in the comments.
Leave an intelligent, thoughtful, lengthy comment for other people to read and ponder and stroke their chins at.
Okay?
Over here next to my head is some other Doom Metal review you should check out.
Also a link to subscribe to the channel.
And I'll catch you guys in the next one.
Anthony